She looked in the mirror
and couldn't help but fear
her own reflection.
If just then, what if the reflection disappeared?
We would have nothing to fear,
or would we?
If reflection was not here,
no more of a seer,
what would we believe?
But if there were no insight,
we won't know we are made just right,
there is not one imperfection.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 3:59 PM UTC
She looked in the mirror
and couldn't help but fear
her own reflection.
If just then, what if the reflection disappeared?
We would have nothing to fear,
or would we?
If reflection was not here,
no more of a seer,
what would we believe?
But if there were no insight,
we won't know we are made just right,
there is not one imperfection.
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